October Surprise - Garrett and Ziven

*****WARNING*****This blog post contains graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
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Ziven Ayala walks Anna, Mitch and Charlotte home, and then heads towards the edge of town where his trailer/office is parked. Going inside, he listens to the quiet for a long moment. No overnight guests and the surgery he has in the morning is easy and outpatient. The dog can go home with its human the very same day.

Thinking about the party, he begins to strip, all of the curtains in the trailer already closed. He sets his phone and keys on the bedside shelf and lays down to sleep. But it doesn't come. He grabs his phone and looks at the time. Nearly two in the morning now. Pulling up the texting program, he begins to type a message to Garrett Yamada, whose code name in his phone was Master Chef.

Went to Black Hole. Hoped to see you. Sorry I missed you. Lunch or Dinner tomorrow? I'm available after eleven a.m.

He sends the message and sets the phone back on the shelf. Garrett is probably asleep, but it was something to look forward to when he woke up. He was truly enjoying his friendship, but still felt an attraction to the Japanese man. But he was letting Garrett set the pace and they had so far become friends .. which was good enough if that was all it would ever be.

Garrett had been asleep when the text came in. He had known about the Black Hole party of course and had stood in front of his closet and tried to come up with a quick Halloween costume to no avail. He had left his costuming too late and he hated to be half assed about it. There was also the issue of Anna. They were friends again but it was still awkward. she loved Halloween - go figure, as it was her birthday too. He suspected she'd be at the bar with friends and as much as they'd had good exchanges at her brother's service, he just wasn't up for it tonight. Instead he'd logged onto World of Warcraft to find some delightful Halloween themed dungeon raids there. He joined a party and quested until about midnight. At that point there was a sudden ruckus in the kitchen, two floors below him Sean McGee and his merry band of tree surgeons and landscapers pour into the house completely wasted from a Halloween party they just came from. He'd seen them off at the beginning of the night as they left dressed as a small team of zombie football players. They even had two zombie cheerleaders in the mix. Garrett chuckled a bit and was glad he had the third floor. He yawned and crawled into bed and was out almost as his head hit the pillow.

In the morning he woke up and pawed his night table for his phone and then lifted his head with a frown. Dammit. He had forgotten to charge it and must have left it somewhere in the house. He ducked into the bathroom first and then went on a hunt for it. As he descended to the main floor he discovered several football zombies sprawled out in the living room on the floor and a zombie cheerleader curled up in the arm chair. He tiptoed though and looked around. The place was trashed. His phone could have gotten knocked anywhere. When he hit the kitchen he found Sean passed out in a chair, slumped onto the table and drooling with his zombie makeup running into it. the effect was truly gruesome He could see something under Sean's left side beneath a ripped bloody football jersey. It was his phone of course. Carefully, Garrett tugged the edge of the phone, sliding it slowly. He almost had it when Sean sat bold up and looked at him wide eyed.

"What the fuck man?"

Garrett snatched his phone now and held it up "You were lying on it."

Sean snorted "Shit sorry. Hey man, want a beer?"

Garrett laughed "It's 8 am. Seriously?"

Sean got up from the table, swinging a leg over as he roughly exited his chair "Hair of the dog as they say." He opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle, cracking the cap off. When he turned around Garrett was reading a text on his phone distractedly.

"Hey who's Ziven?"

Garrett's head snapped up "What?"

Sean gestured with his beer at the phone "He texted you. It came across the screen before I crashed." Now he gets a little smirk "He missed you."

Garrett chuckles "Yeah OK. Piss off Sean. He's a friend." At least that's the answer he felt he could give right now. He and Ziven had spent a lot of time together in the last little while. It was more complicated than friendship and what is was still needed to process in his mind.

He walks off back upstairs, pocketing his phone now. when he gets to his room he texts Ziven back "Sorry about that. Did you have fun anyway?"

Ziven's alarm woke him at seven. He realized he had not charged his phone, so he plugged it in, went into the trailers little bathroom to take care of business, including his shave and shower. Once he is dry, he dresses in chinos and a nice shirt, complete with a decent tie, the consummate professional. Tying his long hair back in its wires, he double checks himself in the mirror and nods. He double checks the small surgery and exam rooms, but knows they are pristine. By the time Wednesday Rose arrives, he is already at the 'counter' to greet her and her dog Sidney. promptly at 8am.

Sidney didn't move fast enough from a fender bender that he caused the day before and had some glass in his flank. Nothing serious, as he saw yesterday when the frantic woman had brought the dog in. Ziven lightly bandaged it and decided to take out the glass this morning. Sidney was very well behaved and lay placidly while Ziven worked. By nine, all of the shrapnel was out, the bandages were on and Wednesday had her instructions not to let the dog bite too much at the site.

Once Wednesday and Sidney were gone, Ziven tided up his work areas and went to check on his phone over a cup of coffee. He read the message with a smile and texts back. "Yea, I did. Danced with Charlotte. How bout that lunch?" he sent it and checked the time. 9:14

Garrett flops on his bed and glances at the clock. It's 9:14. His phone buzzes as he sticks it on the charge cord with a new message and he reads it and then texts back "Yeah cool. Where? Are you heading back to the Island today? By the airport maybe? You pick. I'm gonna grab a shower." The message sends at 9:15.

He sets the phone down and pads down to the bathroom. Garrett absentmindedly yanks the shower curtain open and a woman screams from inside the tub, another zombie cheerleader. she'd made her bed there. Garrett looks at her with wide eyes. He'd peed this morning without knowing she was in there.

"What are you doing? Get out!" He snaps at her.

The woman looks at him like she's truly coming for his brains. She has a horrible blonde fuzzy wig that's half off and her makeup is sliding down her face. "There was nowhere else to sleep jackass." She struggles and gets out of the tub and grumbles as she leaves the bathroom.

Garrett curses as he shuts the door behind her and locks it before showering. Getting out of the house this morning was a very good idea. He plans to suggest a brunch or early lunch so he can just leave this madness.

Ziven gets the message and considers his reply a bit, battening down the hatches a bit. He grabs his phone. "Sure. Meet me at noon at The Pelican. Great restaurant by the airport. My treat." he sends the message and makes sure the place is locked down before leaving it and backing his truck up to the hitch and driving off. At the airport he parks the truck and trailer in his long term rental slot, at the edge of the parking lot. He has a little time, so he sits back and relaxes, watching planes and cars at a distance.

Garrett gets out of the shower, shaves quickly and throws on black jeans and a Star Wars t shirt. He pulls on a button up plaid flannel shirt over but leaves it open. After he yanks on some socks, he grabs his phone, keys and wallet and checks his messages "If you want to meet earlier, I'd love to get out of here. Fuckin house full of zombies. Tell you later. I'm driving in that direction and I'll check back. I can drink coffee and read if you need till noon." And with that he heads down the stairs and right out the door, ignoring the motley team tearing apart the kitchen for sustenance now.

Ziven gets the message as he is settling in. "My trailer and truck are parked along the treeline at the south end of the airport. Just park by my truck and knock. I'll have some coffee waiting." he texts back.

Awhile later Garrett drives up in his white painted up Nissan. He leans forward, looking around and then spots Ziven's set up and parks nearby. He walks towards Ziven with a smile and says "You would not believe what's going on in my house. And morning, by the way." He stands in range and shoves his hands in his pockets casually.

Ziven moves back into his trailer after he sends the message. It looks like a little utility building at the far end of the airport. He liked the seclusion and was happy to pay the fee. The small airport's parking lot never got so full that cars got anywhere NEAR his trailer and the slots were reserved, just in case. He'd had the trailer rigged for solar, so putting on a pot of coffee was simple. While it brews, he heads back out to his truck. Garrett finds him there, leaning against the vehicle. "Considering your roommates, I probably wouldn't." he laughs. "Mornin. Come on in. I put on some coffee for us, so you can bitch in relative privacy." he motions to the trailer and opens the door. It looks more like a home than an office with a couch and chair, television. The kitchen/dining/medical office area are behind a heavy curtain that Ziven pulls aside. At the far end of the trailer can be seen Zivens trailer bedroom and the long hall shows various closed doors leading presumably to a bathroom, exam room and surgery. Motioning to the dining booth, Ziven pours two cups of coffee, setting them on the table and turning back for packaged creamers and sweetners. "Sorry for the lack of quality. But the powdered keeps better and my fridge is mostly full of drugs." he winks and sits across from Garrett. "So you want to share about your roommates?"

Garrett seems nonplussed by the packaged products and shrugs "Hey it's coffee and thanks." Then he sighs "I have no clue where the Mime is, maybe hiding in one of his boxes, but Sean and his tree people all dressed up like a zombie football team and cheerleaders and went to some rager of a party last night, which they then brought back to our place as an after party. that part I actually slept through, because....well I do that but they were all still there this morning. There was a chic in the bathtub when I was about to shower. Luckily I hadn't stripped yet. She was pretty fuckin rude too when I kicked her out." He laughs "Ryan DID warn me."

Ziven shrugs. The coffee is good at least, and he prepares his own as Garrett tells his tale. Laughing, he shakes his head. "Priceless. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. But I am a little jealous of the girl, I confess." he grins. "You sure your brother didn't set you up, somehow?" he chuckles. he sips and nods to himself. Not first rate, but the coffee won't kill anyone.

Garrett laughs now too "Dude I was still dressed. You want me to yell at you in a bathtub someday?" He jokes.

Ziven grins. "Oh! That sounds promising." he teases and opens his mouth to say more when his phone rings. He holds up a finger and answers it "Dr. Ayala." he pauses. "Oh .... " he narrows his eyes. "Hello Alex." he pauses and arches his eyebrows. "Well, you already forgot. My birthday is tomorrow." he nods. "Well, if you're going to be in court, then by all means, don't call me. Thanks for the early wishes. I've got company, so I'll ... you know something. I probably WON'T call you back, Alex. If I'd recognized this number I wouldn't have answered in the first place." he clicks off, then turns off the phone. "Sorry about that. Ex boyfriend. Lesson in never dating a lawyer. They think the world of themselves." he blows out a breath and looks almost casually across the table at Garrett.

Garrett had been smiling and pursed his lips at the tense conversation. Afterwards he looks quizzical "Your birthday is TOMORROW?"

Ziven takes a deep breath, destressing himself from the short conversation. "Yea. I'm going to be 39." he admits. "Not the big 4-0, but ..." he shrugs to himself.

Garrett snickers "I survived it. You will too." He looks like he's thinking for a minute "Do you want to do something other than lunch or do you have big plans later or back on the island? And you are NOT treating Ziven, this one's on me."

Ziven chuckles. "We'll see." he looks across the table at Garreth for a minute. "That is such a LOADED question, Garrett." he accuses. "But I have no plans for back on the Island." he grins. "SO your paying for my treat? And no tricks, eh?" he waves those words away. "Ignore that. Bad Halloween joke. Bad time to have a birthday." but he grins a bit.

Garrett blushes at the trick reference and clears his throat "I think it's a good birthday....I mean I know someone else who has it...she loves it. Said she got presents and candy on the same day as a kid and everyone celebrates with her whether they know or not....."He trails off like he feels like he's talking about it too much and then shrugs "What would make it a good birthday? And not tricks..." he jokes back, blushing again. Ziven had this way of making him do that a lot. "I was thinking more like a favourite place to go in Vancouver or a favourite cake."

Ziven grins at Garretts blush. "I know. Anna. Charlotte told me last night." he admits. "I never thought of it that way. Probably should have." he grins and watches Garrett blush yet again. "No tricks. Gotcha." he leans back. "So no birthday kiss. Maybe Christmas." he winks and considers the ceiling of the trailer. "There IS a nice place within walking distance of the Vancouver airport." he admits. "In October they make the most INCREDIBLE pumpkin spice cake. With, of course, their version of Pumpkin Spice Latte. So, if I can't spend my birthday making slow, sweet, passionate love to someone ... then that is my second choice." he decides. While he IS attracted to his friend, its the friendship that means the most, he's decided long ago. If Garrett is too scared to experiment, he won't push it.

Garrett looks sheepish "Yeah it's Anna. Sorry. Was she there last night with Char? You said YOU were dancing with Charlotte? Does that mean you're suddenly getting along better? And I like pumpkin everything so let's walk to that for you." He stands up with an unreadable expression.

Ziven sits up, looking surprised as he remembers last night. "YES! I mean, we are getting along better. Her father is doing better, so honestly I think that's it. And its starting to get a LITTLE too cold for my lake baths." he watches Garrett stands and then stands himself. "A walk sounds good." he slides his phone back into his pants pocket. "You OK, Garrett?" he asks, unable to read his friend.

Garrett looks suddenly nervous and steps towards Ziven "OK...before I lose my nerve...the other thing.." He reaches for Ziven but in that I don't know what the hell to do with my hands fumbling teenager way that ends with one hand sliding around Ziven's rib cage and the other sliding under one side of his face. He looks Ziven sweetly in the eyes and then licks his lips moving in. Ziven's just a little taller so he tilts his head upward, closes his eyes, and if his approach is accepted he gives Ziven a long lingering peck on the lips, not breaking it, but holding and patiently allowing a response. His lips are soft and warm and the breath of his exhale warms it just a bit further.

Ziven moves closer, knowing the step his friend wants to take and helping him as best he can. Garrett's looks is so sweet, it's almost adorable. He responds to the kiss, but breaking it. For a moment, he considers using his tongue, but decides that may be too much. But he presses his tongue along the closed lips. The barest of nudges.

Garrett feels the nudge and gently opens his mouth, allowing it, and pressing back a bit more on Ziven's lips with his own as he meets the tip of Ziven's tongue with the tip of his.His arms wrap around Ziven now, one at the shoulder and one at the waist, hands moving to his back.

Ziven moves in, deepening the kiss, wrapping his own arms around Garrett. He let his tongue explore only a little, then he slowly, almost reluctantly withdraws his tongue, then pulls his head back a bit, not letting Garrett out of the embrace just let. Their lips brushing, he whispers. "Wow ... thanks." slightly breathlessly.

Garrett has to work to catch his breath too, looking a bit flustered by it all "Uh.....Happy birthday?" he eeks out, his voice a little squeaky. He can't help but laugh at himself after "Sorry....he he heh."

Ziven laughs at the squeaky voice coming from Gareth, but heels his embrace. "Oh no, no, no." he chides. "Don't apologize for that. It was a great present ... and made me very happy for my birthday." he grins. "You're a good kisser too." he smiles a bit, his usual relaxed self, even if he was a bit surprised by the kiss.

Garrett starts to let go, looking cheerful but overwhelmed "So are you....I actually didn't expect to like it as much as I.....anyway...um yeah pumpkin things?" He runs a hand through his hair awkwardly, still chuckling. This was all new territory for him.

Ziven lets him go and shrugs. "Well, thanks. I think." he takes it as a compliment. "A kiss IS really just a kiss, in a lot of ways." he grins and watches Garrett a moment before turning and opening the door of his office trailer. "On to pumpkin things. Making this birthday fucking PERFECT!"

Garrett laughs now, relaxing a little more "Thanks. Lead the way Mister." He steps through the door and waits, not knowing where the place is.

Ziven closes the door behind them and locks it, slipping the keys in his pocket. He motions down the line of trees to the street. "This way." he walks a little ahead, wanting to talk about the kiss. Wanting to repeat the kiss. He chides his own hormones and keeps on going.

Garrett walks along with him and looks around "Nice out here, quiet."

Ziven nods, looking around. "Well this back part is great because no one ever parks here. So I get a discount to keep my trailer here and reserve the space. Of course when a plane takes off ... whole different thing, but I rarely spend too long here. Usually I park, get in my little plane and head on home. I'm thinking I might rent a hangar. It'd be big enough for both the plane AND the trailer and maybe more secure to boot." he keeps a decent pace.

Garrett nods "What got you into flying anyway?"

Ziven chuckles. "Well, I've always loved seeing the planes in the sky. Like a mechanical eagle. But I figured I would always be a passenger until this girl I knew in college had her Dad teach me." he shrugs. "It kept me around her father .. nice college boy ... headed for medicine ... bright future. Perfect for his little girl." he looks sidelong at Garrett. "Except that she was a lesbian and I was gay and ... well we tried ... gave our virginity to each other over a bottle of wine. I was twenty and she was eighteen." he shrugs. "Got a pilots license out of it, at least, right?"

Garrett laughs "Well and the wine and sex parts right? You seem to love flying though as much as I love being a chef so there ya go. I must confess...I get a little airsick sometimes."

Ziven nods. "Exactly. And I do love flying. Not as much as working with the animals but its definitely helped my career in the Department." he grins. "That's OK ... yours wouldnt be the first airsick I've had to clean out of my bird." he admits. They near the end of the parking lot. "A right here and a couple blocks beyond."

Garrett holds up a finger to make a point "No no...I have very good aim. Don't worry about cleaning. I'm always prepared...and gravol helps. My sister's the same so she got me taking it now too." He keeps pace with Ziven and looks ahead.

Ziven laughs. "Noted. I'll remember that for both of you. Your sister found another way to the island when I met her. Or was that just an excuse for her not to fly?" he wonders.

Garrett shakes his head "No she got seasick too...and it's trains, especially if you end up facing backwards...and roller coasters....that's not pretty...only done that once. Ryan's fine though...go figure."

Ziven nods and chuckles. "Sensitive stomach." he makes a mental note. "No large dinners and flying, trains, busses ... walking? Afterwards?" he tuns onto the sidewalk and keeps on going. A block ahead is a sign that says Reds 24/7.

Garrett chuckles and nods "Something like that. Walking is always safe, unless I'm drunk or something..." he smirks and then looks at the sign "Huh, interesting name. Is that it?"

Ziven nods. "OK, so I keep you sober and still." he grins and agrees. "Yea, but the food is not bad at all." he pauses at a light .. once they cross they can go in.

Garrett is about to retort but stops himself and then hangs back and lets Ziven lead the way, going in the door after him as he knows the place.

A waitress waves at them and motions to a table by the window. "Be right with you Dr Ayala." she smiles at both of them. Ziven sits at the booth. "That's Peggy. HUGE flirt .. thinks it gets her better tips ... and it does." he admits.

Garrett sits "Yeah, the way it goes. Steph did an experiment once and proved she got about 15 percent more by wearing makeup over not. She hates makeup but she read it in some feminist magazine Tams gave her. It's a weird world. Flirting wise though, I guess it's the catching more flies with honey idea. Even sushi chefs are expected, not to flirt, but to be super friendly. If you talk to the people they come back and order more."

Ziven nods. "Yea. But she's polite, and gets my order right every time. So I tip her. I heard tipping isn't fair, but they do it here, so I give her more, cause she earns slave labor as a waitress."

Garrett smiles "Well my parents own the restaurant and it's mostly us so we pay ourselves fairly. They don't want Tristan to starve." he says with a chuckle "But I know how it can be." He looks at Ziven carefully "Can I ask you about...Alex...and that call? Are you guys recently....exed?"

Ziven grins and then when asked about his ex, replies. "Actually .. no ... it's been a couple of years, but he calls me once in a while .. mostly tying to get some kind of action . hand job, blow job .. sex. I blocked his number six months ago, so I guess he just .. used another phone or got a new one." he pauses. "Why?"

Garrett's eyes go wide "You have very different exes than I do." he laughs "I was just curious because you seemed upset by him."

Ziven chuckles. "Well some of my exes like to remain .." he pauses. "Friends with benefits. Yours don't?" he shrugs. "Alex was a great fuck, but also arrogant and unwilling to work to reach a compromise between my schedule and his. So ... yea, I admit it pissed me off. He expected me to reschedule or take time off .. never him, though."

Garrett smirked "No friends with benefits here. When it's done it's done. It's probably for the best with me. I tend to kind of fall fast and hard and then take forever to get over people. It's a shitty pattern I know. But there haven't been that many. Anna and then my ex wife Keiko. We weren't married long, 6 months. One girlfriend in high school, Lucy. Yep...3...all done. Anna's the only one I still even talk to. Alex sounds difficult."

Ziven raises his brows. "Three ... in ... what? 35 years of relationships?" he looks intrigued. "And only a six month marriage? I mean ... that kind of commitment .. I've never heard of it before outside of fiction." he smiles and looks at the waitress when she returns. "Two pumpkin spice cakes and two pumpkin spice coffees, please?" he looks at Garrett to see if he has anything to add.

Garrett nods at Ziven and then at the waitress "That's all good with me." When she leaves he shrugs "Told you I was bad at dating. What do you mean 35 years?" He laughs "I sure as hell didn't start when I was 6. Damn I could barely handle it when I was 16 with Lucy. Six months is pretty bad, I know. Keiko and I met online, gaming. She's from Japan, moved back there again after. She got all excited when she learned I was Japanese but I wasn't traditional enough for her...or her family."

Ziven laughs. "OK ... but still all your adult life." he grins. "Ahhh tradition. Well, I'm sort of glad, to be honest with you." he licks his lips. "So what happened to end you and Anna? If I can ask."

Garrett sighs "I don't really know but I have an idea. She got attacked in the lighthouse...there was this guy wanted by the cops and she happened upon him. He didn't want witnesses. She was pretty hurt. He didn't like rape her or anything but he beat her up. I wanted to kill him, still do. I didn't know how to be there for her about it and she didn't know how to talk about it. We kind of muddled through for awhile not talking about it but then it's like the elephant in the room right? I convinced her to get some counselling...and in the end she said she just needed time...to herself to get through it. she told me on Valentines Day so that kind of sucked...but I understood her reasons."

Ziven listens, nodding until the part about Valentine's day. Then he winces. "Ouch." he sympathizes. "I was sort of lucky. I'm a pretty good talker. Open and honest." he looks over at him. "Patient." he leans back a bit, making himself comfortable. "And you're still getting over her?" he asks, almost casually.

Garrett nods "Yeah maybe. I mean I know it's done now. I guess if I was going to say anyone was a friend with benefits she and I had a bit of that before we actually dated, like going back to her high school grad night. Her boyfriend dumped her and asked another girl, the week before so I offered to be her date. Lucy and I had just split....so two rebounds equals....well you know the math. But then we decided not to pursue it then. Too much baggage. And I watched her date a long string of assholes.....course she didn't think too much of Keiko either...and we were sort of friends with romantic overtones when we were single at the same time...but no sex again until we actually dated. It's complicated, but she's not in love with me. I'm not sure I am with her, anymore. I think I'm clinging to what it felt like then....and then you....which is great...and confusing..." Garrett laughs awkwardly and then says seriously "But I care about you Ziven, and I don't want to do anything to hurt you."

Ziven listens and just as Garrett finishes, he sees Peggy approaching with their cake and coffee. "You are a goddess, Peggy." he tells her. Once she is gone, he picks up his fork. "Well, that was a nice kiss, Garrett. But I guess a little confusing for you, considering I'm the first man you ever kissed." he cuts into the cake. "I'm not easily hurt, Garrett. I think I may have an answer for you..." he puts the piece of cake in his mouth and chews.

Garrett is about to take a bite but then can't. He just needs to wait for the answer. He had smiled absently at Peggy before but now looks intensely at Ziven and politely demands "What?"

Ziven has closed his eyes in the bliss of pumpkin spice cake in his mouth. Finally he opens them and looks across to Garrett. "Play with me." he suggests. "We're already friends. That isn't going to change, I don't think. But if you aren't sexually attracted to men than friends is ALL we'll be." he reaches for his coffee cup and blows on it. "I believe that the best way to find out is for you to play. See what you like and don't like." he sips the pumpkin coffee. "For example ... you might love my hand jobs and blow jobs, but not want to be on the giving end." he nods, as if to himself. "Yea ... if you liked the kiss, that may be the next stop." he looks over his mug. "Am I being too sexually free with you? I don't have a lot of hang ups." it's almost an apology.

Garrett just stares at Ziven for a full minute and then starts to answer "Uh...." He winds his hand at himself like he's trying to pull the words out of his body "that was more than I expected but I can talk about it...talking is good." Garrett puts down his fork and runs a hand through his hair again and exhales and then leans on his elbows looking Ziven squarely in the eye "OK, cards on the table. I have thought about it with men before and I am attracted to you, very attracted. That kiss almost knocked me on my ass and I'd happily do it again. I'm not a fast mover...which you may have figured out by my lack of experience. I have thought about it though. I'm kind of...well I'm open to it. I'm not sure I'm into....you know..the anal thing. It's never really turned me on as an idea but other things...yeah.....and wow that's more than I meant to say but there it all is."

Ziven looks amused at Garretts reaction. "Talking IS good." he sets his coffee cup down. "I'm not about to duck under the table and unzip your pants, Garrett." he tells him. "But if you wouldn't mind a heavy petting session back in my trailer ... I wouldn't either." he smiles. "Yes, I guessed you moved slowly, and I have no problems with that. Nor do I have a problem with no anal sex. I'm a pretty dedicated top, myself and have had anal sex four times in my life." he assures him.

Garrett's pupils dilate and he blushes deeper than ever before "You're very specific about what you want..." He giggles a bit and then exhales and takes a bit of cake. After he eats a few more he can't help but make a crack "So a vet is asking me for heavy petting...are there shots involved? I need to ask..."

Ziven arches his brows as he too indulges in the cake. "Ohhh .. a smart ass, eh?" he takes his cup and holds it to his lips, leaning far forward on the table. "Well let me tell you this idea I have floating around in my head. Tell me what you think of it." he sips and lowers his voice even more JUST in case. "I would love someday to have one of out heavy petting sessions end with me stroking you slowly for a good long time, but before you can spill any delicious cream filling, me sliding to my knees between your legs and sucking you gently until at last you give me a long loved and well won snack." he says it all quite casually, yet ther is no question his voice is pitched for sexiness.

Garrett's eyes look like thy might pop right out of his head and then he looks almost pained as he shifts a bit in his seat. Under the table, his legs reach out to Ziven's and just press on his like he's trying to ground himself. He shakes his head at Ziven "Um....fuck you're mean..." he laughs and as the waitress returns he blurts out "Can we get this to go...and the cheque please?"

Ziven grins and places his fingers a centimeter away from each other. "Just a bit." he agrees and smiles at Peggy, nodding his agreement. She looks a bit disappointing, but takes both of their plates away to put in a doggie bag, along with their drinks. When shes gone, Ziven looks at Garrett. "I told you, remember? I don't buy drinks for men I am not attracted to. That attraction has not ended." he rubs his legs against Garrett's. "By the way, like a lot of people in the health care professions ... I am a caretaker. A giver. So teaching you what you might enjoy ... will be MY pleasure as much as yours." Peggy returns with a bag and a couple of take-out cups of their coffee ... and the check.

Garrett's face is beet red and he's totally flustered "I need you to stop talking so I can actually pay and walk....Jesus man..." When Peggy returns he takes the cheque and says "Do you do debit at the table?" He doesn't look her in the eye, afraid to stand without the chance to...adjust things discreetly.

Ziven sits back, shutting his mouth as Peggy returns. "Yes, sir, we do." she takes the card and does the voodoo that she does. "Thank you, sir." Ziven goes into his pocket for a little cash. "And the rest f your tip, m'dear." Peggy blushes. "Thank you, Dr Ayala. You gentlemen have a good evening." and she walks away, blushing furiously. Ziven looks ove to Garrett. "Ready when you are." he takes the bag and his cup, prepared to wait of he has to.

Garrett pulls his legs back after paying and takes a long sip from his takeout cup. He looks around and then discreetly shifts, making it look like a belt adjustment after eating too much. With a little throat clear at Ziven he stands up and starts walking "Yep." when they step outside he teases him "I think you got Peggy all worked up too." He doesn't dare walk too close for fear he'll just grab Ziven and kiss him right there.

Ziven stands and leaves with Garrett. "Peggy." he replies, thrilled that they caught the green light and can cross the street without waiting. "Has a crush on me." he moves, holding the bag in his left hand and his coffee in his right. His speed is faster than as they walked to the diner, but it doesn't look like they are jogging .. just purposeful. "But she isn't sparking me .. if that makes sense. She's a girl that probably wants love and I have been in love as many times as you have .. just with a few more partners in between."

Garrett looks intrigued and then awkward "I'll try not to be too intimidated by your experience." He stops as they reach the door, waiting for Ziven to unlock it, among other things. He feels a bit of a pit in his stomach with anxiety and anticipation growing.

Ziven laughs lightly. "I'm not one of those gay guys who will fuck anyone with their own personal pulse." he protests as he opens the door and they enter. He closes and locks the door behind them and moves into the curtained area, placing the bag of cakes on the table. Reaching out he will take Garrett's hand and pull the man into his arms. "I am MUCH more discerning than that." he murmurs and goes in for a kiss, initiating this time.

Garrett is still tense but as their lips meet the stomach pit shifts more to the anticipation than anxiety. He finds himself kissing Ziven easily and eagerly, his breath quickening a bit as it goes on and his arms wrapping tightly around Ziven too.

Ziven moves forward, almost completely closing the little bit of space between them. He sighs into the kiss and breaks it only to turn his head and kiss him again running his hand from Garretts waist up to his hairline.

Garrett exhales with a little breathy "Mmmm" as the second kiss starts and he feels Ziven's hand in his hair. His own hands are low on Ziven's back and he lightly caresses from the small of his back to the shoulder blades as he kisses intensely.

Ziven doesn't break the kiss, but moves his other hand, his right hand, between them, sliding it onto the crotch of Garrett's jeans, cupping him lightly .. tentatively.

Garrett gives a short little gasp but smiles a bit and nods to let him know it's allowed. He's still dealing with the erection that started at the coffee shop and ebbed as they were walking, never fully fading. It rises again to meet the hand encouraging it.

Ziven returns the nod and squeezes lightly, encouraging the erection. Feeling it he sighs again in a sort of anticipation of his own.

Garrett shivers slightly and then starts sliding his own hand curiously around from Ziven's back, to his stomach and then down, very slowly to the front of his pants too. He eases his pelvis back a bit so they can both reach and just rubs lightly with the flat of his hand, seeking.

Ziven feels the hand moving around to his own front and breaks the kiss long enough to look at Garrett, a bit amazed. He hadn't expected this, but he welcomes it. For his part, he is half hard and growing. He smiles slightly and moves both of them back a step. But he doesn't say anything; only half closes his eyes in the unexpected pleasure of the touch.

Garrett hesitates as Ziven breaks the kiss but then keeps going as he realizes it's just a move. He's never been with a man before but he does have a very well practiced hand with his own equipment. He adjust what his hand is doing to seek the hardness and wrap his fingers around it a bit through the fabric, amazed himself at how much touching Ziven while being touched by him is turning him on. He keeps kissing Ziven now, then parts his lips and gently bumps Ziven's lips with his tongue, like he had done to him.

Ziven opens his mouth and welcomes the tongue with pleasure, grasping Garrett a bit more firmly. He runs his hand backwards through the shorter dark hair and then around to his cheek, cupping his chin as they deepen the kiss. Then he breaks it, and begins to back away a bit ... into the narrow hallway and to the curtain separating the bedroom from this center section of trailer. He stops there and, looking Garrett in the eyes, again grasps the hardness under the denim, searching the dark eyes for the pleasure he knows is there, and for what reaction Garrett is having.

Garrett has never had anyone engage in this much eye contact during intimacy and it's striking a nerve with him he didn't even know existed. He moves with Ziven and then when Ziven grasp him again he lets out a little grunt, not breaking eye contact but unconsciously giving a little thrust at Ziven's hand. with his own hand he squeezes tighter and rubs harder, biting his lip and watching Ziven now.

Ziven groans slightly and takes a few move backward steps into his bedroom. The trailer is barely a foot shy of being officially 'wide load'. The bed isn't huge ... more like what they used to call a double bed, and set up as a day bed. All around the place looks sparce, as most things are locked up, so the floor is bare. Ziven turns Garrett so that his back is facing the wide daybed and he can see either side of the doorway, which looks like two build in armoires for the doctors clothes. Keeping eye contact, Ziven blindly undoes Garrett's pants and half unzips them, giving himself room to go under the waistband of his underwear to feel the bare flesh beneath, which he grasps and very slowly lets his hand slide down, a slight smile forming on his lips.

Garrett is taken by surprise at the contact with flesh and shudders, letting out a whimpering moan. He stops rubbing in distraction but his hand stays on the cloth covered hard form of Ziven. He watches him smile and bites his lip even harder, waiting to see what comes next.

Keeping the eye contact, Ziven uses his left hand to finish unzipping the jeans and then he releases Garrett, using both hands to hook the jeans and begin to slide them down Garretts hips. He kisses hie lips quickly and then his throat. Through the t-shirt, he kisses his belly and he stops kneeling and his eyes take in Garretts cock. Ziven kisses the shaft and then his eyes lift to Garretts eyes again, as his tongue snakes out, licking from shaft to tip.

Garrett blurts out "Oh my god..." and his hand moves to the back of Ziven's hair. He carefully steps out of and kicks his pants to one side and then pulls off his plaid shirt and his tshirt, letting Ziven have the whole package. He seemed to be getting his birthday wish after all. So much for moving slow, in fact fuck moving slow. This was incredible.

Ziven smiles at the words and even broader at the removal of all clothing. Rocking back on his feet, he takes in the Japanese mans body and nods. "Yeaaa, I can work with this..." he murmurs and runs his hands up Garrett's legs to his hips. Moving forward again, he licks the shaft again, but this time, he dips his head at the tip, Garrett into his mouth, wrapping his mouth around the cock and sucking, but not hard. Gently, clearly savoring the taste of the man. Ziven moans, clearly enjoying the taste of man in his mouth.

Garrett just smiles when he says I can work with this and had given a little chuckle before it breaks off as he feels Ziven's mouth on him again and moans, a little louder this time, pressing slightly forward into Ziven's mouth. He feels the edge of the daybed on the back of his legs and tries to move them both onto it, sitting at first and carefully pulling Ziven with him and then gently pushing him off him and saying in a husky whisper "Can we...lie down?"

Ziven moves with him, clearly not in a hurry to part his mouth and Garret's cock. But he gets off of it and nods. "I thought you'd never ask." he rumbles. He drops to his knees and pulls his loose tie over his head, and unbuttons and removes his shirt. Bare chested, and still on his knees, he looks Garrett from top to bottom, licking his lips. Reaching up, he again grasps the cock and leans over and kisses it again. "Gods, I hope you enjoy this, because I am definitely hooked." he teases. "Gorgeous man, gorgeous cock. Yum!" and he looks into Garretts eyes as he undoes the wires holding his pony tail, letting his long hair tumble free. gathering it over his shoulder, he drapes it over Garretts chest and caresses, moving it down and wrapping it around the cock, using it to masturbate his lover.

Garrett grins when Ziven removes his tie and shirt. The man has a slimmer build than him but very nice to look at. He jumps at the kiss on his cock and then his eyes go wide as Ziven uses his hair. He'd always loved it when a woman's hair fell around on him naked but this was new...and very hot. He can't help but blurt out "Holy shit..." and then he lies back and squirms a bit at the technique and sensation.

Ziven continues the hair wrapped hand job. His hair comes down to his calves and not many women can claim to have as nice and soft a mane as he does. At Garretts exclamation, he smiles, never pausing in his stroke. If anything, his grip tightens and his hand moves around, as if he were masturbating his own cock. "I can stop if you want." he offers, knowing that the answer isn't likely to be yes.

Garrett shakes his head and just lies back closing his eyes. It's an interesting sensation with the hair he's never experienced before. The actual rubbing is having more effect but the idea and the kinkiness of the hair wrap is definitely making him hot.

Ziven rubs and twists slowly, keeping his hair wrapped and watching Garrett's face intently. Expression means a lot to him and the one he is seeing is one of pleasure. He pulls back his hair, unwrapping it carefully and going back to licking and sucking, adding a hand to caress Garrett's sacks.

At the feeling of Ziven's tongue and mouth and the caressing Garrett gasps loudly and his face contorts a bit. He grips the covers on the bed, bunching them in his hands.

The reaction of Garrett to his touching, Ziven increases speed and pressure a bit, taking Garrett in as deeply as he can, completely to the base, and lifting his heat, then plunging again. He moves his free hand to Garrett's chest, resting it there lightly.

Garrett starts to lose himself in it, getting closer and closer and Ziven's speed, pressure and plunging. He's thrusting now against the movements, in rhythm with them. He grabs the free hand and holds it, starting to squeeze the hand hard as he cries out and starts to shudder and cum.

Ziven doesn't stop, but does return the grasp to the hand, eagerly accepting the cum, swallowing and then continuing to milk as the orgasm subsides, his eyes upturned to observe Garrett. Once he is sure he has it all, he pulls his head up and kisses up Garrett's belly and chest, to nuzzle at his neck.

Garrett's shudders are still going as Ziven swallows and start to ebb as he moves up his body. He wraps his arms around Ziven and leans his face into the top of his head, just breathing and closing his eyes.
Ziven turns his head and rests it on Garrett's chest, listening to his breathing and heartbeat. He smiles against it. "Best. Birthday. Ever." he rumbles. "Thank you, Garrett."

Garrett laughs "I think I got the present...but you're welcome?" He gives Ziven a little squeeze.

Ziven chuckles and kisses Garrett's chest. "We're both blessed, then." he counters and tilts his head up to look at him again. "So ......" he drags the word out. "You seemed to like that well enough."

Garrett smirks "Have you met any men who DON'T like that? That was pretty amazing..." He leans his face down and gives Ziven a little peck on the mouth "I don't know if I'd know what to do yet...to uh...return that..." he blushes a bit.

Ziven pulls himself up a bit after the kiss. "Well first ... nothing you aren't comfortable with." he tells Garrett. "And second. You're a man. Do what you like on yourself and you probably won't go wrong with me. I don't have a problem with hands, or mouths. And right now I am so happy you let me touch you. Taste you. GOD!" he moans, the taste still with him.

Garrett smiles shyly and rolls them so they're on their sides "I quite like my own handiwork..." he teases and then starts kissing Ziven again with a slow gentle passion. He slides his hand down Ziven's chest to the front of his pants, fumbling nervously a bit as he starts to undo them.

Ziven chuckles. "DO you want this?" he double checks. "I can get naked, if you want me to."

Garrett nods, blushing more "Ok." his voice is small and a little bit cute.

Ziven smiles and nods. "Ok ..." he gets out of bed and stands sort of akimbo to Garrett so he can see from the side. Then he undoes and removes his pants and boxer briefs and stands naked and flaccid a moment, before turning around to show off all sides. Then he gets back in the bed, laying on his back. "Experiment. I'm your playground." he grins and folds his hands behind his head with a wink.

Garrett surveys the naked man lying beside him with a looks of aroused curiosity. With a slight frown he tugs on one of Ziven's arms to try to pull him back to lying on his side "I like face to face..." he says, leaning to kiss him again. If Ziven complies with the shift that is, and after his hands will caress in all directions, not hitting any erogenous zones immediately, just aiming to feel good all over first.

Ziven continues to grin as he shifts to his side. He returns the kiss and watches him, propping his own head up with his hand. The caress is nice and casual. He moves a lock of hair out of Garrett's face. "Thats better. You have incredible eyes."

Garrett smiles a bit self consciously between kisses at the compliment "Thanks." and then keeps kissing, his caresses becoming a little teasing now along the pubic area and the inner thighs. He slides a finger to the edge of Ziven's balls and then under with one hand as he gently grasps his cock in the other beginning to pump lightly up and down.

Ziven cants his head in a silent You're Welcome and continues to watch him. His cock jumps when Garrett slides his finger up his balls; an anticipatory sort of excitement. He blows out a breath as Garrett begins to pump him, his cock growing slowly but steadily in his hand.

Garrett watches Ziven's reaction and feels the growing hardness and size and smiles through his kisses, pumping a little faster and harder now.

Ziven closes his eyes and moves his hand along Garrett's arm. "Yea ... seems to me you've had a cock in your hand before now." he teases with a wink, of course meaning Garrett's own.

Garrett chuckles and keeps going pumping in long strokes and then every now and then with a few quicker pumps focused at the head. He moves his kisses to Ziven's neck and grunts quietly as he finds a rythmn.

Ziven lolls his head back, moaning and accepting the kisses. "That feels a little TOO good." he jokingly complains. "My mom isn't coming home and no one is going to need the bathroom." he caresses Garrets face, his voice turning breezier. "Tease me. Please. It feels good, but I'd hate to cum and ruin it." he winks. "We have all day."

Garrett looks wantingly at Ziven "But I want you to.." he chuckles "I'm so curious to know what you do...how you sound...look." He doesn't slow his movements yet but will if Ziven insists.

Ziven gasps and bites his lip. "We can go for endurance at a later time, Padiwan." he teases and his eyelids flutter. Much as he loves being teased, he can also relate to wanting to see his lover on the way to and in the throws of orgasm. He moans softly and his hips move forward, encouraging more.

Garrett murmurs "The force is strong with you..." and then gives Ziven's neck a little nip before sucking on his earlobe pumping hard and fast at the moans now. His other hand is still under and he just holds the balls, rubbing at the bottom of them.

Ziven considers replying, but Garrett begins to suck on his earlobe and he moans long and low, his hips beginning to move in rhythm with Garretts hand. "Garrett .... yes ..." his head lolls back and his hips thrust forward and he almost explodes in Garrett's hand, his mouth half open with a relieved groan of pleasure.

Garrett keeps going until everything is out of Ziven, more gently at the end, watching him now with a learner's thrill and fascination. He leans his head on the pillow until Ziven is ready for him to let go.

Ziven's head remains lolled back for a moment and then he straightens the arm that had been holding his head up and lays his head on his upper arm, looking at Garrett and breathing hard. With his free and shaky hand, he caresses Garrett's face offering him a small smile. But he doesn't protest the hand still on him, nor the cum on his own body.

Garrett smiles back now and quips "Now I can say it and not feel selfish...Happy Birthday..." he just has to laugh now.

Ziven laughs with him and moves for the forehead to forehead contact. "Thank you." he repeats and moves in for a deep, heartfelt, passionate kiss.

Garrett lets go of his cock and wraps his arms around him, kissing him back with equal passion.

Ziven moves a bit closer, but not too close, as he has his own spunk on his belly and isn't sure Garrett can deal with that. Then his stomach emits a mild protest. Breaking the kiss, he addresses his stomach. "What? Garret just fed you." he sits up and heads out of the bed. "Let me clean up real quick and bring you cake, Master Chef. I think I'd like to feed you." he teases, even though he thinks with a chef the charm may be in COOKING for him.

Garrett smirks "Thanks. I completely neglected my cake....SOMETHING distracted me....can't quite put my finger on it." He rolls and shifts and then moves the cover, sliding right under them now and getting comfy.

Ziven laughs as he moves the curtain to enter his bathroom. "You HAD your finger on it ... it must have slipped away is all." he calls back as water begins to run. Glad of the solar panels on the roof, he can clean himself with decently hot water. Then he pees and washes his hands and then heads for the table, bringing back the bag, and both coffees, with two forks in his mouth. Setting the coffees down on the bedside shelf/side table, he takes the forks and the two cakes, starting with Garrett's, cuts a piece and, holding his left hand under to catch crumbs, offers it to him. "I like how quick you got comfortable in my bed." he isn't teasing, he really is quite happy with it.

Garrett takes the offered bite and after chewing and swallowing with a little blush says "If I could live in my bed I would. I love beds...lounging. I watch movies and game on my laptop in bed. It's good because..." he laughs "Roommates!"

Ziven laughs. "Well with your roommates, I can almost imagine the seven deadbolt system on the door." he replies. "I have been known to love my bed. When I am not out, I am here. But I haven't had a really comfortable bed for a while now. On the island it's a cot. Then there is this, which isn't bad, but its only two nights a week, usually." he cuts another for him and offers it. "I miss beds most when I'm sick." he ponders.

Garrett rolls a bit on the bed he's on "Yeah this is alright. I just got a new bed when I moved so my bed honeymoon is still on. It's pretty glorious..." He looks sheepishly at Ziven "You'll have to try it sometime when we get rid of the zombie infestation."

Ziven raises both brows. "Really now?" he looks pleasantly surprised. "I'll get my sword and start beheading now." he laughs, truly delighted at the invitation. "You wouldn't be afraid your roommates might ... see me?" he asks, genuinely curious.

Garrett shrugs "Mark barely speaks. Sean already made a crack because he saw one of your texts come in saying you missed me at the Black Hole. They actually don't even really know me very well other than my being Ryan's older brother. I don't think Ryan really befriended them either, just you know, sharing rent...and a bathroom. I should warn you...Sean walks around naked.....and unlike you doing it...it's NOT a pretty sight with him."

Ziven nods and then laughs. "Sounds a little like some of my college roommates ... but not so .. extreme. And if you want me to not walk around naked ... I'll ... put something on .. shorts, maybe ... " he chuckles. "Which is WAY more than Charlotte gets." but he still looks a little .. shocked and impressed.

Garrett tilts his head curiously "OK I gotta ask, do you do the nudist thing in front of Charlotte because it bugs her...or is that just you?"

Ziven chuckles. "It's just me, really, but annoying Charlotte has its bright side." he shrugs. "I was the kid that always shed his clothes. No matter how much my mother chided me or my father spanked me."

Garrett laughs "I'd believe it." he looks expectantly at the cake now and then reaches for it "You don't need to feed me, but I wanna eat that."

Ziven pulls the cake towards himself and cuts another piece. "I know I don't NEED to. I kind of want to. For making this a birthday I'll never forget and maybe even memorable for you while you roll pumpkin sushi at work tomorrow." he offers up a nice piece of the cake.


Garrett happily takes the big bits and then looks thoughtful while he chews and swallows "Pumpkin sushi...hmm what fish to pair....or it could be like a veggie tempura roll...oh that would be NICE.....you just planned my special." He beams at Ziven.


Ziven chuckles. "Part of me says octopus, but that may be me wanting a burger." he laughs. "Did I? Sounds good either way, but I'm a pescatarian .. well .. MOSTLY." he chuckles and feeds himself some of Garrett's cake and then prepares another forkful for Garrett.

Garrett eyes the forkful but first says cheekily "Oh so that's why you're hot for me...it's the fish connection. I make some pretty wicked octopus...but did you say burger?" He looks mildly scandalized as he takes his bite.

Ziven shakes his head in total denial. "If I wanted Yamada fish, I may have gone for your sister." he teases. "Well, not since she and that cop got together. Whoda thunk, right?" he grins and prepares another forkful. "I DID say burgers. Octopus patties or burgers ... the BEST man. It's a traditional Indian thing, I do believe. I was born and raised in Alaska and my mom made them every chance she got. Used to hang out on the docks and ask the fishermen if they had any for her. I think they would keep them just for her sometimes." he grins. "Guess I'm going to have to find a way to make some for you." he ponders. "Maybe its time for me to find a place of my own ... well for the weekends, at least." he suddenly drops his eyes to the cake and holds the forkful out for acceptance.

Garrett made a face about the fish reference and his sister and then takes the bits and after looks confused "You don't see Steph and Mike as compatible?" He looks around the trailer "So not this? Like an apartment or something...I mean you have a bathroom at least."

Ziven shakes his head. "Nooo I think they are .. well mostly. I men he's HUGE and she's kinda tiny and my imagination totally goes places it should NOT go." he laughs a bit and then nods. "Yea. I mean Alison left me her practice ... I just never used the place. It has like living space in the back." he looks down at the cake, cutting the last piece in two. "It's a place that is more like ... a place ... and ... your roommates don't live there. So if Sean says something I don't have to castrate him like a cow ...." he shrugs and eats one of the pieces and offers Garrett the other. He is, however eyeing the other container with HIS leftover cake.

Garrett cringes now "Dude...my SISTER. I don't want to think about what they do on their own time....I'm glad she's happy...but just no..." He shifts to the other topic "Ok so where is that clinic and living space then?" Garrett takes the bits and chews.

Ziven chuckles. "Well if it helps, I only fantasized about YOU." he eats his bite and reaches for the other container. "Well, there is a path actually behind where I park my trailer now ... dirt road for about twenty-five meters and then this old converted house." he reaches for the cake and opens it. "It's got a fireplace, I remember. I just didn't do anything but let the furniture rental people take all her furniture when she died. SO I could move some stuff in .. make it livable..." he cuts a piece and eats it, then cuts one for Garrett. "If you think you might ... be interested." he sounds uncharacteristically shy.

Garrett hesitates at the shyness and answers probably the wrong question "Interested in you...yes." He smiles "Fireplace. That sounds great. How come you didn't just move in? Just too upsetting?" He takes the bite now but looks very curiously at Ziven.

Ziven chuckles. "Interested in spending the odd weekend with me while I tend to all the fur, fins and feathers in Cedar Point." he elaborates. He shrugs. "Alison was just ... a very negative person, and I was too lazy to cleanse the house of all her negativity." he replies honestly enough.

Garrett just nods, blushing and catching the shyness and then laughing "Am I contagious? I thought you were the suave one."

Ziven laughs. "Well .. if you were just a fuck, I probably wouldn't be like this. I mean friends fuck too, but I LIKE you, Garrett. You're a good friend and I don't want to lose that." he straightens and feeds him some more cake. "And I AM still the suave one ... more than you are." he teases.

Garrett eats the cake and then pretends to wipe his brow "Oh god...because if I have to be the suave one....it's bad times man....bad times." He teases back.

Ziven chuckles and places his hand on Garrett's chest. "Oh you may not be suave, but you are smooth." he runs his hand down Garrett's chest and under the blanket. "Smooth AND tasty..." he teases, finding and giving his cock a playful squeeze, his confidence returning with the speed of light.

Garrett jumps a bit and then kisses Ziven lightly on the lips before saying "Gee thanks."

Ziven gives a cheeky grin and takes his hand back. Grinning at the kiss, he replies. "You're welcome." he sighs and cuts another forkfull of cake from the piece. "I don't know what this is, but if its a relationship ...." he shrugs. "I'm not all that great at them either. I guess. Well, my loves all ... in the end I was the one left behind." he offers him he piece of cake, "So mostly I have fun while it lasts."

Garrett looks sympathetic "Hey that's me too...the one left. Maybe we'll cancel each other out?" He leans towards Ziven and gives him a heart to heart tight hug, with a bit of emotional intensity to it.

Ziven hugs him back. "Maybe we will." he offers a bit more food. "I can give the chef a break, but the question becomes ... how are your nursing skills." he teases. Although the doctors being the worse patients is usually reserved for HUMAN physicians.

Garrett gulps "You mean to help you with animals? Uh...I dunno. We never really had pets when I was growing up. With mom and dad running the restaurant and three of us they didn't feel like they had time. I kinda like dogs though more than cats. You have to head back today hey? To the island?"

Ziven shakes his head. "No, I mean with ME. Granted, I don't get sick TOO often, but when I DO, I'm going to want some soup and TLC." he grins. "No pets? My mother called our house the animal shelter. Dogs, cats, I even had a wolf and deer, but not at the same time." he laughs and then replies. "Actually ... I am staying over in Vancouver tonight. The animal shelter here has a thing where they take in black animals with no questions asked. I'll be helping spade and neuter .. and take care of any who were abused. It's a bad time of year to have black fur.' and he shakes his own make of black hair.

Garrett smiles a bit "I make kick ass soup." his smile falters thinking of the animals "That sucks. Some people are assholes." Garrett runs his hand along one side of Ziven's hair "Soft....I had long hair for awhile...not this long but it got ratty. I was in a band and at the time ratty was perfect. You know..the whole grunge era?" He laughs.

Ziven brightens. "Good, cause I make kick ass soup too, but when I am sick ... forget it." he nods about the animals .. and people. "Yea, but I like to think we get them all and find them good homes." he leans his head into Garrett's touch. "Oh yea ... I remember grunge. What instrument did you play?" his face gets a mischievous expression. "Winds?"

Garrett laughs "Nope....drums. Been awhile though. Started out as a taiko drummer when I was a kid. My parents were trying to keep our culture and make it cool. And it was super cool. I still go watch them...but I switched to rock in high school."

Ziven nods. "Never heard of it." he admits about taiko. "Culturally, I danced at ceremonies ... for tourists, of course." he grins. "Do you sing?" he wonders, curious.

Garrett nods about the dancing "Yeah I've seen that kind of dance. Guess that makes me a tourist....but out here they must have pow wows and stuff for the First Nations communities? I think I've seen a few posters...fascinating clothes. they look heavy though with some of the bead work." He chuckles "I'm an OK singer...I did a bit of backup singing."

Ziven nods. "It differs a BIT between Native American and First Nation, but honestly no one can tell WHICH I am, so I've done both, since I AM both." he chuckles. "Charlotte sort of teased me because I told her I was dressed as a Native American, but ... I really didn't want to wear ancestral garb blah blah blah. There enough damn stereotypes, you know." he sits back a bit and eats a little cake. "Sing for me."

Garrett just looks at Ziven wide eyed and laughs nervously "Whaaaat?"

Ziven leans forward, takes Garrett's chin and leans in for a short, but soft kiss. "Sing. For. Me." he requests.

Garrett kisses him back and then smiles cheekily and sings "Happy birthday to you...happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Ziven. Happy Birthday ...to...you." It's cute and goofy but it also shows that Garrett's voice is very pleasing and melodic.

Ziven smiles and claps his hands in obvious delight. "Thank you. I like your voice." he tells him. He takes some more cake, then offers the last forkful to Garrett. "What are your plans for the rest of the day and tomorrow?" he asks, casually.

Garrett grins and then takes the forkful and chews, holding up a finger to indicate he will answer promptly "Today, nothing. Tomorrow I work. It's a major take out day on Halloween in Cedar Point so I come in early and do the prep work to make the night go easier...oh and I need to go to the docks in the morning and stock up from the fresh catch."

Ziven nods to himself. "Would you be open to spending the night?" he asks, carefully.

Garrett thinks about it and nods "OK but then I have to get up stupidly early to go home and shower and grab my uniform before the docks...like 6 am early? Do you have a good alarm clock?"

Ziven laughs. "I get up at 5am stupid early usually." he replies. "And yes, I have a great alarm clock. I might even let you sleep until six." he teases. "Now, how about I take you to the Pelican, like I'd originally planned to? I've worked up quite an appetite. Then back here .. maybe a movie?"

Garrett grins "OK Birthday Boy. Let me get dressed....and maybe use your bathroom for a sec." He stands up and starts digging around for his clothes in the various places they ended up.

Ziven watches Garrett searching for his clothes with a smile on his face, then begins to search for his own. A wonderful birthday to be sure, but he would claim another present for himself in the early morning hours. Give the sushi chef something to think about as his day progresses.

Garrett uses the small bathroom and gets dressed in it to be efficient. He steps out ready to go to dinner with...he hesitates looking at Ziven...his boyfriend? the idea rolls around in Garrett's head. It never dawned on him he'd have a boyfriend. He was never opposed to the idea, but it just hadn't happened this way before. He starts laughing to himself as he bats it around in his brain.

Ziven put his boxer briefs and jeans back on, but unlocked the drawers and pulls out a casual t-shirt featuring the Hobbit in general and Legolas in particular. He turns to see Garrett and grins, both to the man and the day they had together. A very pleasant surprise that saved him from having to take a chance on a Christmas seduction. "Do I look THAT ridiculous?" he wonders at the laugh.

Garrett shakes his head "I'm not laughing at you...me actually. Let's go for dinner before I overthink my entire life." He's clearly holding back on what he's thinking. Garrett has been in the bad habit of trying to define things with women too soon for them and getting hung up on the whole commitment thing too soon. He doesn't want to scare Ziven off.

Ziven lifts his brows and shrugs. "As long as it wasn't my shirt. Legolas is sacred. And sexy." he proclaims and takes Garrett's hand, moving to him and kissing him deeply. It was an incredible afternoon, but he isn't going to offer up any public displays of affection yet ... it may be too soon ... and it may be Garrett doesn't want ... whatever they are now .. publicized. "Off we go." he heads for the door and across the lot to a restaurant on the other side of the airport proper.

Garrett follows, teasing back "Lord of the Rings marathon, check." Whatever this was, it was making him really happy.